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Frederick Schiller Faust (1892 – 1944) was a prolific American author known primarily for his Western stories using the pseudonym Max Brand . He (as Max Brand) also created the popular fictional character of young medical intern Dr. James Kildare for a series of pulp fiction stories. Faust’s Kildare character was subsequently featured over several decades in other media, including a series of American theatrical movies by Paramount Pictures and Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer (MGM), a radio series, two television series, and comic books. Faust’s other pseudonyms include George Owen Baxter, Evan Evans, George Evans, Peter Dawson, David Manning, John Frederick, Peter Morland, George Challis, Peter Ward and Frederick Frost.
“Words," said the host, at length, "is worse’n bullets. You never know what they’ll hit.”
“A slope of buttercups flashed suddenly when the wind struck it and wild morning glory spotted a stretch of daisies with purple and dainty lavender. To be sure, the blossoms never grew thickly enough to make strong dashes of color, but they tinted and stained the hillsides. He began to cross noisy little watercourses, empty most of the year, but now the melting snow fed them. From eddies and quiet pools the bright watercress streamed out into the currents,”
“A thing half done is a game not won,” said he. “If there’s only one window in the house unlocked the devil may fly through it as easy as if the whole place was open.”
“In the Far West there is one thing which is more fabulously valuable then gold, even. And that is a story, whether it be truth or good, true-sounding fiction. Stories”
“He softened his voice. “Gaspar,” he said, “keep your head up. Make up your mind that you’ll fight to the last gasp. Why, it makes me plumb sick to see a grown man give up like you do!”
“To a friend you give yourself away, and you get yourself back bigger and stronger.”
“The minds which one found in the pages of a book were understandable. But the minds of living men—how terrible they were!"
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- - - - - - -“A slope of buttercups flashed suddenly when the wind struck it and wild morning glory spotted a stretch of daisies with purple and dainty lavender. To be sure, the blossoms never grew thickly enough to make strong dashes of color, but they tinted and stained the hillsides. He began to cross noisy little watercourses, empty most of the year, but now the melting snow fed them. From eddies and quiet pools the bright watercress streamed out into the currents,”
“A thing half done is a game not won,” said he. “If there’s only one window in the house unlocked the devil may fly through it as easy as if the whole place was open.”
“In the Far West there is one thing which is more fabulously valuable then gold, even. And that is a story, whether it be truth or good, true-sounding fiction. Stories”
“He softened his voice. “Gaspar,” he said, “keep your head up. Make up your mind that you’ll fight to the last gasp. Why, it makes me plumb sick to see a grown man give up like you do!”
“To a friend you give yourself away, and you get yourself back bigger and stronger.”
“The minds which one found in the pages of a book were understandable. But the minds of living men—how terrible they were!"